Dagens Andakt Fredag

Skriven av Hanna

De senaste veckorna har vi i teamet delat våra livsberättelser med varandra. Det har gjort att vi fått större förståelse för varandra och kommit närmre varandra.

Och lite samma sak tror jag att det är med Gud. Även om Han vet vår historia utan och innan tror jag att Han ändå vill höra oss berätta. 

Om jag är beredd att dela min livshistoria med Gud, tror jag att Han kommer att dela sin historia med mig. 

Jag spelar en låt som varit en stor uppmuntran för mig och vill utmana er att dela er berättelse med Gud.  

When Love Sees You

Blessed are you as you weep on your knees
With perfume and tears washing over My feet
And blessed are you, beggar, hopeless and blind
Calling for mercy when I'm passing by

Blessed are you, shaking your head
At two tiny fish and some bread
And blessed are you as you tremble and wait
For the first stone thrown at your sinful disgrace

Tell Me your story, show Me your wounds
And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you
Hand Me the pieces, broken and bruised
And I'll show you what Love sees when Love sees you

Blessed are you, walking on waves
To find yourself sinking when you look away
Blessed are you, leper, standing alone
The fear on their faces is all that you've known

Blessed are you, lonely widow who gave
Your last shiny coin to Yahweh
Blessed are you with your silver and lies
Kissing the One who's saving your life

Tell Me your story, show Me your wounds
And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you
Hand Me the pieces, broken and bruised
And I'll show you what Love sees when Love sees you

I see what I made in your mother's womb
And I see the day I fell in love with you
I see your tomorrows, nothing left to chance
I see My Father's fingerprints

I see your story, I see My name
Written on every beautiful page
You see the struggle, you see the shame
I see the reason I came

I came for your story, I came for your wounds
To show you what Love sees when I see you

Mac Powell